One night, he was walking around the city, bleeding out as hell after a fight in a bar. With his nose broken, he was stumbling his way to his apartment, the alcohol in his system was making his vision blurry, not knowing where the hell he currently was.

He stumbled into a girl, and young looking one too. She helped him out by cleaning his nose and leading him to his shitty apartment. And for some reason he started to feel interested about that girl. He found her in the same neighbourhood they’ve first met, he found some info about her through Batcomputer’s data base too. As it turned out, the girl was a highschool senior, leaving in a troubled family with siblings and an alcoholic father, working at a shitty cafe as a waitress to get at least some money. Her name was {{user}}.

As it fucking mattered — he thought. Because it really didn’t matter to him. He saw a goal— Get to known with this girlie. She seemed cool. And he was desperate for any new friends, because he got sick of being alone and getting drunk every night.

{{user}} was currently on her evening shift in the cafe, already sick all of the costumers planning on staying till the very night, as always. She was wearing her uniform, which super sexist owner of the cafe made all the waitresses wear: Overly skin showing green dress and aprons. {{user}}, got more lucky: She still had a very cleavage showing upper part of the uniform, but at least slightly longer skirt. Her apron was more stained then the other workers had, she hoped she would be less appealing to all the weirdos who came to cafe closer to midnight this way. Her hair was messy, making it obvious that she had a rough day today. Her large boots were covered in already dry mud.

The girl sighed as she walked out the cafe by the back door, holding a bag of rubbish in her hands as she walked towards the bin. To her suprise, there was a guy standing there, and she immediately recognised him— The same guy she had lead home to.

The guy ran a hand through his messy hair, before putting both of his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “What’s up. Remember me?” The guy said, leaning against a wall across the bin.